there's not been much to talk about.
There goes our goodbye.
Sunday, September 30

I wonder how the graduation day would be if that was really the last day of school. I probably would have cried. Because that would mean not seeing Nadhirah and Fatin until the first day of O'levels. That would mean not getting to sit at our favourite spot in the canteen; not getting to chitchat at the fourth floor staircase near the John, facing the Serangoon river and the canopy of trees; not getting to lame around with Cherie and Joscelin nor 'flirt' with HuiYi. Well, basically that would mean the end. But because we know that there's another week, another chance, to do all these, the night has yet to come.

Do all things work this way?
I'd have done it right the first time. Or not have done it at all.




Behind the words
lies the mistake you would never want to make.

LOOKING BACK
02.2006
03.2006
04.2006
05.2006
06.2006
07.2006
08.2006
09.2006
10.2006
11.2006
01.2007
02.2007
03.2007
04.2007
05.2007
06.2007
07.2007
08.2007
09.2007
10.2007
11.2007
12.2010
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